There is no longer beauty except in the struggle. No more masterpieces without an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault against the unknown forces in order to overcome them and prostrate them before men.

Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.

We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.

We will glorify war-the world's only hygiene, milliterism, patriotism , the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman

War, the World's Only Hygiene

I feel the matter of my heart being transformed, metallized, in an optimism of steel.

A new beauty has been added to the splendor of the world - the beauty of speed.